This is a song about "Gangs on the street like suttin but nah you aint gonna say suttin"

Rub my back, then let me lay

But i'm like nah, this b**ch needs to say

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment, nah nah

The ones who truly reckless but nah forget it you will never

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

I aint gonna tell anyone, ima keep that on the low

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Rob you on the street with the nine

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Treated like a goon/ aint letting up nah aint gettin cuffed